The message clerk put a ruler across Lyra’s draft.
“No.”
“It contains the proposed window.”
“It contains the childhood of the proposed window.”
He pointed to the code board. White Crown’s eastern beacon sent to the high relay, the high relay to the coast post, the coast post to Tidemark’s harbor office. The short notices went between weather intervals. Detailed schedules went in a courier bag.
Her draft would consume two weather intervals.
Lyra sat down.
Barnaby perched beside the code book.
